friday see's me and mr's b up extra-early-door's, it's the morini rider's club practice day at cadwell park, probably the best kept secret in motorcycling, a great day out for everyone, from the first-time track-dayers to serious, tyre-warmer, better set-up, more gear than a british superbike paddock, hardcore trackday veterans, classic, veteran and everything in-between, all out to have some fun in their respective groups, no hassle, no pressure and just a great atmosphere, maximum track time and no niggles, brilliant. tea was drunk, biscuits scoffed and a great piss taking session with a bunch of glaswegians parked up to us, six twenty minute track sessions, the best ducati i've ever seen, [the radical ducati] i shagged my tyres, killed half the flying insect population of lincolnshire and mrs b and me ended up with sunburn, sorted, do yourself a favour and get it in the diary for next year..........
well, i've sat and looked at it for a couple of day's and today i decided i really couldn't live with it, you have to be true to...
early seventies at southgate secondary modern and the young loveless was getting his ear turned by black music, mostly motown and what later...
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